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sweet crunch of dry snow below my heels, toes cracking as i breathe in through the soles of my feet and inhale winter at its finest at its latest, midnight now and when the sun breaks i'll be inside and will this chill still be with me? tonight, i told myself i am going to find out two hours of sleep dangle above me, a sharp hook that i refuse to take because tonight is not a night for oblivion i've got words in me sharp ones protruding from my spine and soft ones whispering saying, you'll be fine and i don't know who to believe anymore since i cannot believe myself and so i look to midnight, to one in the morning and every hour after just give me the answer, i ask and i'll go gently into the day it's just days like this when something falls into place and i, oblivious don't notice until some clairvoyant seventh sense reads me like a book, and i am opened wide and the time it takes to close back up again is a lifetime within a nighttime and so days like this turn into nights like these sweet crunch of dry snow click my heels, three times and i'm home and i stayed up all night for the first time in my life because i was thinking of you
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
all-nighter
sweet crunch of dry snow below my heels, toes cracking as i breathe in through the soles of my feet and inhale winter at its finest at its latest, midnight now and when the sun breaks i'll be inside and will this chill still be with me? tonight, i told myself i am going to find out two hours of sleep dangle above me, a sharp hook that i refuse to take because tonight is not a night for oblivion i've got words in me sharp ones protruding from my spine and soft ones whispering saying, you'll be fine and i don't know who to believe anymore since i cannot believe myself and so i look to midnight, to one in the morning and every hour after just give me the answer, i ask and i'll go gently into the day it's just days like this when something falls into place and i, oblivious don't notice until some clairvoyant seventh sense reads me like a book, and i am opened wide and the time it takes to close back up again is a lifetime within a nighttime and so days like this turn into nights like these sweet crunch of dry snow click my heels, three times and i'm home and i stayed up all night for the first time in my life because i was thinking of you
I should probably study or something
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r-saba
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
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